This is a song about "Resort"

I'm crazy as a ouija board, at a vacated beach resort,

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

On guitars no codeine in this resort we destroy

Keep your mouth close, you fucking with a dope boy

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

And if they resort to mix-tapes, my feats'll beat 'em per cassette

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score

For the last resort, don't show the tour, i know what i'm here for

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Resort to robbin' to feed my family

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Resort to playing before i bring the glory/

So your last resort is to eat off other niggas plates/

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

And even though shit's trife at times, never resort to life of crime,

Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeansnow it seems, it's check out time